Nobody's Maybe
As the rain falls outside my window, a gentle song plays in my mind, nature expressing what I cannot, the sky is the color of my mood or is it my soul, yep my soul, gray like a cold statue standing still. Patience is a virtue, but one I cannot bare. I have so much to offer, but no one to give. So much yet unseen, but no eyes. So much to be felt, but no hands nor heart. The chance has come and gone for I will be nobody's, somebody's, maybe
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